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I got on my cowboys boots, jeans and Hawaiian shirt, mirroed sunglasses and mobile phone
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I guess I look like some Port Aransas dope dealer’s out on bail just trying to get home
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Well, I ain’t in jail and I got me a guitar, got a little band that’s hotter than a rocket
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Sometimes we’re sloppy, we’re always loud, tonight we’ll just ornry and locked in the pocket
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So screw you, we’re from Texas
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Screw you, we’re from Texas
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Screw you, we’re from Texas
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We’re from Texas baby, so screw you
Now I love the USA and the other states, ah now they’re OK
Texas is the place I wanna be and I don’t care if I ever got to Delaware anyway
Cause we got Stubb’s and Gruene Hall and Antones and John T’s Country Store
We got Willie, and Jacky Jack, Robert Earl, Pat, Cory, Charlie and me, and so many more
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Now Texas has gotten a bad reputation because of what happened in Dallas and Waco
And the corporations well, they are corrupt and the politicians are swindlers and loco
But when it comes to music my friend, I believe these words are as true as St. John the Revelators
Our Mr. Vaughn was the best that there ever was and no band was cooler than the 13th Floor Elevators
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